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| I worked with a | woman named Mi | nnie |
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| One Christmas | Eve long a | go |
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| When I | asked what you | doing this ev | ening? |
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| Minnie | took on a s | easonal g | low |
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| She s | aid shed be | waiting for S | anta |
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| Shed | be wearing a b | right red | bow |
| Chorus: |
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| Minnie and Santa |
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| Minnie and Santa |
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| What they're up to only |
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| Heaven | knows she | wrote on a card |
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| Don't | take it so hard were | headed for | the north | pole |
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| Now Minnie could | not be persua | ded |
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| That Santa just | did not ex | ist |
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| She s | wore if she put up | some mistle | toe |
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| Santa | 'd come give | her a k | iss |
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| And | there where sh | e'd hung up h | er stockings |
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| All in t | heir silky, s | oft, sh | een |
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| Shed be l | aying in | wait on a bear skin rug |
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| Wher | e the cookies and | milk | could be s | een |
| Now minnie was older and wiser |
| Like a dear old auntie to me |
| But the night that she ran off with santa |
| Was a real epiphany |
| Next xmas I passed by the bakery |
| Staring out from on top of a cake |
| Was jolly old santa with a big silly grin |
| And a gal in silk stockings and lace |
| Oh, minnie and santa... |